April 19, 2009

Ed Ochester Presents a Poem by Robin Becker

"Robin is one of the most varied of the poets on the Pitt
list in her style and subject matter -- and the foremost feminist poet of her
generation. If the word 'feminist' scares you, or calls up some cliché like ‘no
sense of humor,’ you should become acquainted with her work. And grow up."

—Ed Ochester

THE BATH

I like to watchyour breasts float like two birdsdrifting downstream; you like a book,a glass of wine on the lipof the porcelain tub,your music. It is your way of dissolvingthe day, merging the elements of your bodywith this body. The room fills with steamlike mist off a river—as intimate to imagine youpleasuring yourself: watery fingers, slowmovement into fantasy.You call me in and take my handin your wet hand. I have to shield my eyesfrom the great lightcoming off your body.When you ask me to touch youkneel by the water like a blind womanguided into the river by a friend

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Ed Ochester Presents a Poem by Robin Becker

"Robin is one of the most varied of the poets on the Pitt
list in her style and subject matter -- and the foremost feminist poet of her
generation. If the word 'feminist' scares you, or calls up some cliché like ‘no
sense of humor,’ you should become acquainted with her work. And grow up."

—Ed Ochester

THE BATH

I like to watchyour breasts float like two birdsdrifting downstream; you like a book,a glass of wine on the lipof the porcelain tub,your music. It is your way of dissolvingthe day, merging the elements of your bodywith this body. The room fills with steamlike mist off a river—as intimate to imagine youpleasuring yourself: watery fingers, slowmovement into fantasy.You call me in and take my handin your wet hand. I have to shield my eyesfrom the great lightcoming off your body.When you ask me to touch youkneel by the water like a blind womanguided into the river by a friend